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“It’s a stool. So you can get up and down on your own.” He unfolded the contraption, revealing a step-stool with two levels. It looked brand new. My eyebrows shot up. “Did you… Did you make that?” “Of course I did. You think I need to carry around a stool like this for myself?”
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